We arrived last night after a 5 kilometer roll into town in which we managed to get hopelessly lost in the setting sun. Den took a quick look at the accommodation, practising his newly acquired Arabic, and discovered that we would each pay 1$ for the night’s accommodation. All fair and well, and ridiculously cheap, but the actual place we were paying for amounted to little more that a tarpaulin-walled room with cement floors, and beds with a steel frame and woven plastic base. The bathrooms have reached a new level! – the shower being a cement room with a jug of water and the toilet, a hole in the floor, with another jug of water.
Sudan was playing Zambia in the Africa cup so we decided to catch the game. Wandering off in search of a restaurant, we are drawn to Sudan’s ultimate sports bar: No women, sheesha pipes everywhere, a bigscreen TV (at least in relative terms), no alcohol, and all outside under a starry Sudanese sky. The host would bustle around with a massive ladle of hot coals and some incredible scents would be blown into your face in a cloud of smoke. Despite our best efforts of “Sudan, Sudan, Sudan” to every tune and hymn we could remember … they lost. It was an awesome experience nontheless.
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